Chapter 3Rowan stayed in the kitchen while his father and Martin took care of settling Alec in his room. Contrary to what he knew his father was thinking, he wasn’t hiding. When was the last time Dad teleported across the country twice in less than ten minutes? Probably never, by Rowan’s reckoning. The Bouchards had been in Montana long before the Savages had showed up. Graham Bouchard was more tied to this land than Martin ever would be, and considering Martin left the estate maybe once a year, that was saying a lot.
So he wasn’t hiding. He was recuperating. One displacement wasn’t a problem, but two in such quick succession took its toll. His skin prickled with pins and needles, calling forth instincts he couldn’t indulge right now, and his muscles were too watery to do much more than k
